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Old son, Young Dad

He died forty with strength and wit He left a son Young and young He died nighty With bones no teeth He left a boy pale and forty They meet in paradise Dad still forty Son at nighty Dad thought it was grand pa Son thought he was grand son Who had died also

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Date: 5/25/2015 10:23:00 PM
It's an honor to read, Rodgers, love the poem. Hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day filled with warmth, pride, and togetherness. love **SKAT**"
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